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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Process Of Belief (2002)
Hey you, is there something worth aspiring to?
And can it be found in a record store? Well, it's not there anymore Just think of all the things we did We were different, just like all the other kids Missy was a teen blue video star, Tom took his life in his mother's car Milo went to college, but you knew about that Rodney played our records, Jimmy started riots, Laurie was always quiet She was battling depression Hey you, is there something worth belonging to? And can I pick it up for a song or a diploma or a worthy cause? Well, let me tell you that there's nothing wrong It's just that ones like us will never belong Jack wore a skirt but he knew how to scrap, Billy went to county on a class-one possession Wendy went to school while her daddy shot smack Eugine kept a list, Mugger was security, Mary she kept her purity We were all in it together Yellowed postcards on the wall Serve to cover up the blankness after all So I will carry them along like a song When I'm gone Hey you, is there something worth belonging to? You know we've been here all along like a confederacy of the wrong And I confess it could be prejudice But to you I dedicate this song |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - Suffer (1988)
Hey, sit down and listen and they'll tell you when you're wrong
Eradicate but vindicate as progress creeps along Puritan work ethic maintains it's subconscious edge As old glory maintains your consciousness There's a loser in the house and a puppet on a stool And a crowded way of life and a black reflecting pool And as the people bend the moral fabric dies Then country can't pretend to ignore it's peoples' cries You are the government You are jurisprudence You are the volition You are jurisdiction And I make a difference too |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - No Control (1989)
There's a place where everyone can be happy
It's the most beautiful place in the whole fucking world It's made of candy canes and planes and bright red choo-choo trains And the meanest little boys and most innocent little girls And you know, I wish that I could go there It's a road that I have not found And I wish you the best of luck dear Drop a card or letter to my side of town 'Cause there's no time for fussing and fighting, my friend But baby I'm amazed by the hate that you can send And you painted my entire world But I don't have the turpentine to clean what you have soiled And I won't forget it There's a place where everyone can be right Even though you remain determined to be opposed Admittance requires no qualifications It's where everyone has been and where everybody goes So please try not to be impatient For we all hate standing in line And when the farm has been bought you'll be there without a thought And eternity my friend, is a long fucking time 'Cause there's no time for fussing and fighting, my friend But baby I'm amazed by the hate that you can send And you painted my entire world But I don't have the turpentine to clean what you have soiled And I won't forget it |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - How Could Hell Be Any Worse? (1982)
Run, but don't be scared to look behind
Stop, don't wait too long, make up your mind The end is almost here The sky, the air, so nice and clear The sound of your decay And the ringing in the air is the sweet debris of yesterday There, now that you know it's not so bad See, the good meet soon for lots of air So if you try to enhance We don't deserve another chance Just laugh along the way And kiss your ass goodbye with a shadow dream of yesterday Yesterday, the good old days Yesterday, the way we used to play Yesterday, it just got worse and worse Yesterday, the future's been rehearsed Run, but don't be scared to look behind Stop, don't wait too long, make up your mind The end is almost here The sky, the air, so nice and clear The sound of your decay And the ringing in the air is the sweet debris of yesterday Yesterday Yesterday |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - How Could Hell Be Any Worse? (1982)
US government blew its plan
Too much money down the can Look and listen to what the president says The first lady's a fuckin' lez They think they know it all America, China's about to fall Lethargicism will overrule us Government's wading pool World War III (4x) "Forget it," came from the president's door I'll make us have another world war It don't matter what the people think We have to save our precious brink Here I go, I'll push the bomb It's headed straight for Guam And the rest will release soon In your living room World War III (4x) |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
Out in the cold,
like a bundle of coal, little packets of darkness, wanting to grow, Well there's nobody home, and there's a wreck in the yard, and maybe they're coming back, if we wish really hard, if we wish real hard now, Won't somebody please come up with something, 'cause Jesus just don't seem to be impartially working and all of the rest are really down in the ratings, but everyone is gonna keep on waiting, waiting for peace, at the end of our streets, back behind our apartments, in our passenger seats, just a moment of bliss, of it all of the ways, but despair and oblivion, of our precarious ways, its ours to face now, Won't somebody please come up with something, 'cause Jesus just don't seem to be impartially working, and all of the rest are really down in the ratings, but everyone is still right here waiting, now I know nothing lasts forever, so we might as well wish for a God damn fix, of this toxic change in weather, Won't somebody please come up with something, 'cause Jesus just don't seem to be impartially working and all of the others can barely stay in the running, but everyone is gonna keep on waiting Won't somebody please come up with something Won't somebody please come up with something Won't somebody please come up with something Won't somebody please come up with something |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - How Could Hell Be Any Worse? (1982)
Wasted children, fixed blank eyes, blood and sweat, we socialize
Broken homes from which they come, beer-stained dad, compliant mom. Fear and love, much despised, replaced by comfortable lies. Teenage classic, more cliche, one step further on the edge of decay. White trash, 2nd generation, white trash, 2nd generation, White trash, 2nd generation, don your crown and cleanse the nation. Are you ready to fight for your morality? right wing allies, white supremacy. Pretty fascist on the tube draped in red and white and blue White trash, 2nd generation, stupid foibles, indignation Offspring of suburban fright, pearl-white creatures of the night White trash, 2nd generation, white trash, 2nd generation, White trash, 2nd generation, don your crown and cleanse the nation. Stiff blue collar, coat and tie, brand new breeds side by side. Christian ethic, right extremes, shoved down our throat as the american dream. White trash, 2nd generation, stupid foibles, indignation Offspring of suburban fright, pearl-white creatures of the night White trash, 2nd generation, white trash, 2nd generation, White trash, 2nd generation, don your crown and cleanse the nation. White trash, 2nd generation, white trash, 2nd generation, White trash, 2nd generation, don your crown and cleanse the nation. |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - Suffer (1988)
I've seen a lot of things in five years
I struggle just to hold back the tears But every-fucking-where I go, I see the pathos that I know Will spell the termination of us all Someone's got to tell me, do you see That everything around you has a hidden tragedy? Seeds of happiness have never found a place to grow And our generation doesn't know When, when will you try To change the logarithmic face of kissing things goodbye? When, when will you know That human life is so short and death is oh so slow? I've tried to make things make sense but I can't I'm happy just to watch them all and laugh And if you think you've got it made, just revel in your selfish ways 'Cause when the world stops turning so will you |
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from Bad Religion - Stranger Than Fiction (1994)
There's a purpose, and there's a goal
There's a virtuous, and immoral There's a reason, for all of this But I don't know what it is I am one, and plural too I accept them, but they exclude I could make sense, of all of this But I don't know what it is The seeds of inspiration never germinated in my mind The beacon of awakening is somewhere that I can't find So I don't know what it is There's a beginning, and there's an end There's a climax, some would contend There's a way to, signify this But I don't know what it is The seeds of inspiration never germinated in my mind The beacon of awakening is somewhere that I can't find So I don't know what it is, show me something more definitive I don't know what it is |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - Suffer (1988)
So you waste another day getting older and gray in the head
And you're hearing lots of stories 'bout the happy times you have ahead There are other folks in power so you kick back and get farther behind And although the world rotates itself the only thing you twist is your mind You see, the world's falling apart at the rifts And surprisingly, the leaders can't make any sense of it You mean nothing to the world, we're all someone else's fool But oh, what can you do? Yeah, you waste your time with losers if you get stuck in a rock-n-roll band Do you find it more rewarding to compete with morons throughout this land? They seem to be in power so I'll kick back and get farther behind And I watch them as they fuck up every good thing on this earth with their minds You see, the world's falling apart at the rifts And surprisingly, the leaders can't make any sense of it You mean nothing to the world, we're all someone else's fool But oh, what can you do? Yeah, you waste another day getting older and gray in the head And we're hearing lots of stories 'bout the happy times we have ahead The morons are in power so we kick back and get farther behind And we watch them as they fuck up every good thing on this earth with their minds You see, the world's falling apart at the rifts And surprisingly, the leaders can't make any sense of it We mean nothing to the world, merely someone else's fool But oh, what can you do? I said oh, what can you do? |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - How Could Hell Be Any Worse? (1982)
early man walked away as modern man took control.
their minds weren't all the same, to conquer was his goal, so he built his great empire and slaughtered his own kind, then he died a confused man, killed himself with his own mind. go! we're only gonna die from our own arrogance. (repeated over and over) |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain / Recipe For Hate [box] (0000)
Watch It Die
I was born on planet earth, the rotating ball where man comes first, it's been around for a long, long time, but now it's time to watch it die I saw a man on my big blue screen, he ruled the world economy, he said the rich would never concede, but some day soon he'll be put to sleep, I've seen the life of the forest gree, and adaptations of the deep blue sea, and who knows who is the fittest, they will all soon be put to sleep, on a plunging flight and we're sitting in the pilots seat in the midst of life, people on a dark horizon praying somebody will save their lives I was born on planet earth, at a drastic time full of plastic mirth, and every day I've seen increasing signs, and you would too if you'd opened your eyes, you had a chance, you did not try, so now it's time to watch it die. |
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from Bad Religion - Recipe For Hate (1993)
I was born on planet Earth
The rotating ball where man comes first It's been around for a long, long time But now it's time to watch it die I saw a man on the big blue screen He ruled the world economy He said the rich would never concede But someday soon he'll be put to sleep I've seen the life of the forest green And adaptations of the deep blue sea And who know who is the fittest? They will all soon be put to rest On a plunging flight And we're sitting in the pilot's seat In the midst of life People on a dark horizon, praying somebody will save their lives I was born on the planet Earth At a drastic time full of plastic mirth And every day I've seen increasing signs And you would too if you'd open your eyes You had a chance, you did not try So now it's time to watch it die |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain / Recipe For Hate [box] (0000)
Walk Away
shut off the t.v and peel off those sunday gloves, and I'll stain the clean that you've been counting, old mr. fletcher passed by here today, after 40 years of toil he just up and walked away, fantastic the panic that showed in his eyes, he shrugged when I asked him about it, he said "young man pay heed, you listen well to what I say, now there comes a time for a man to walk away", walk away, I'll be a parade, and I'll be determined that no one shall dissuade on my way, I'll sure take some time to burn all the bridges that I'm leaving behind, he passed by again and he was shivering from the cold, I'm not sure but I think that he was trying, he told me about the weather and something old to pay, "but tomorrow", he said, "I'm gonna surely walk away". |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain (1990)
Shut off the TV and peel off those Sunday gloves
And I'll stain the clean that you've been counting Old Mr. Fletcher passed by here today After 40 years of toil he just up and walked away Fantastic the panic that showed in his eyes He shrugged when I asked him about it He said young man, pay heed, you listen well to what I say Now there comes a time for a man to walk away Walk away, walk away, I'll be a parade And I'll be determined that no one shall dissuade On my way, I'll sure take some time And burn all the bridges that I'm leaving behind He passed by again and he was shivering from the cold I'm not sure but I think that he was trying He told me about the weather and something old to pay But tomorrow, he said, I'm gonna surely walk away Walk away, walk away, I'll be a parade And I'll be determined that no one shall dissuade On my way, I'll take my sweet time And burn all the bridges that I'm leaving behind Walk away, walk away, I'll be a parade And I'll be determined that no one shall dissuade |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - How Could Hell Be Any Worse? (1982)
Neighbors, no one loves you like he loves you
And no one cares like he cares Neighbors, let us join today in the holy love of God and money Because neighbors, no one loves you like he loves you And what better way to show your love than to dig deep into your pockets Dig real deep, until it hurts Alleviate your guilt Free yourself once again, because he gave to you, brothers and sisters Please give a 10, 25, or a 50 dollar tax-deductible donation And I assure you your modest pledge will be used to censor TV and radio Ban questionable books, and contribute to many other godly services No longer will young Christian Americans hedonistically indulge in masochistic submission To rhythmic music, for with your monetary support There is no end to what we can achieve in this country The voice of god is government (3x) In God we trust, sinners repent! Can't you see what we believe in, all our thoughts and all our reasons Pursuit of life and liberty and happiness we cannot see? Speak of truth with a mighty voice, but politics are your real choice Hire men to change the law, protect and serve with one small flaw The voice of god is government (3x) In God we trust, sinners repent! If we shun God and Jesus Christ, religious love is sacrifice Love for God is shown in cash, the love they send is mailbox trash With every pamphlet we receive, more money asked for godly needs Build a million dollar church, with money spent on God's research The voice of god is government (3x) In God we trust, sinners repent! On late night TV, God can heal, a certain force you cannot feel Love for money in God's name, religion's now a TV game! Build a million dollar church, with money spent on god's research (2x) The voice of god is government (3x) In God we trust, sinners repent! Yeah! The voice of god is government (3x) In God we trust, sinners repent! |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain / Recipe For Hate [box] (0000)
Unacceptable
irreducible is the word for today, plastic compounds and nuclear waste, what the hell is the matter with the people on this planet? have all gone insane? the stigma of industrial progress killing us over and over again, one part per trillion . . . unacceptable, one part per billion . . . unacceptable, one part per million . . . unacceptable, this mammoth pogrom set upon courtesy of the U.S.A inexcusable are the men before our time, I'd like to kick their ass for what they left behind, cancer-causing chemicals, ozone-depleting aerosols, we're all going to fry, so put your head between your legs and kiss your ass goodbye. |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain (1990)
Irreducible is the word for today
Plastic compounds and nuclear waste What the hell's the matter with the people on this planet, have we all gone insane? The stigma of industrial progress killing us over and over again It's one part per trillion, unacceptable One part per billion, unacceptable One part per million, unacceptable This mammoth pogrom set upon us courtesy of the USA Inexcusable are the men before our time I'd like to kick their ass for what they left behind Cancer-causing chemicals, ozone-depleting aerosols, we're all going to fry So put your head between your legs and kiss your ass goodbye One part per trillion, unacceptable One part per billion, unacceptable One part per million, unacceptable One part per trillion, unacceptable One part per billion, unacceptable One part per million, unacceptable Unac-fucking-ceptable! |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - Generator (1992)
There's a light on in the hallway, so I can't understand
Why you hide underneath the cover There's a baby in your womb, so don't be scared tonight 'Cause Raggedy Ann is in the closet picking posies Two babies in the dark, like diamonds in the sand While Papa's far away making up children's stories The little ones inside, so afraid to be alone She's tired of being brave until the daddy comes home So if you chance to see her, please tell her it's alright 'Cause everyone fights the tendency to snap sometimes It's not a matter of being brave and strong 'Cause noises in the house are terrifying Two babies in the dark, like diamonds in the sand While Papa's far away making up children's stories The little ones inside, so afraid to be alone She's talking to herself now 'cause no one's home I'll put you to sleep at night like a foreign movie I'll sing you lullabies and I'll teach you about everything And I'll only ask one thing Please save me |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain / Recipe For Hate [box] (0000)
i had a friend who kept a candle in his pocket,
he used to touch it when the wind was blowing high, i guess it mad him feel like he could buck the system and when it flickered out we laid him down to die, turn on the light, turn on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights, a beacon in the night, i'll burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry, i'll construckt a rock of tempered beams and trusses and equip it with a million tiny suns, i'll install upon the roof on my compartment and place tinfoil on my floor and on my walls then i'll turn on the light... and i'll burn lika a roman fucking candle, like a chasm in the night, for a miniscule duration, ecstatic immolation, incorrigible delight |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain (1990)
I had a friend who kept a candle in his pocket
He used to touch it when the wind was blowing high I guess it made him feel like he could buck the system And when it flickered out we laid him down to die Turn on the light Turn on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights A beacon in the night I'll burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry And I'll construct a rack of tempered beams and trusses And equip it with a million tiny suns I'll install upon the roof of my compartment And place tinfoil on my floor and on my walls Then I'll turn on the light Turn on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights A beacon in the night I'll burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry And I'll burn like a roman fucking candle Burn like a chasm in the night Burn for a miniscule duration Ecstatic immolation, incorrigible delight |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - Generator (1992)
A refreshing plunge, a drink of palatable water
A deep inspiration on a warm summer day A safe stroll in the middle of a road community A neighbor who in times of need will not turn away I ain't no politician I am a citizen And I wonder if I'm living too far out of bounds Community protection, rehabilitation Police that serve without legitimate right to maim Global awareness, ecological guilt Cultural and environmental awakening I ain't no optimist I try to be a realist I wonder if I'm thinking too far out of bounds Is it too much to ask? Could it be the earth is shrinking? I can see the walls closing in No one can take much for granted anymore Remote control, three cars for every family Corruption at the expense of the simple majority A violent crash, a plunder of the third world Any wretched plot that bolsters our economy I ain't no blind supporter I'm a conscious citizen And I know that we are living too far out of bounds I ain't no politician I ain't no blind supporter I ain't no metropia, I am a citizen And wonder if I'm living too far out of bounds Is it too much to ask? Can we keep the earth from sinking? I can see the walls closing in No one can take much for granted anymore You better not take it for granted anymore I'm not taking nothing for granted anymore |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - Generator (1992)
Everyday we profit so, leaning toward the great unknown
Asking how it pertains to tomorrow Aim for places we've not been, trample paths that go between Yesterday's foundations and tomorrow It's the way they say it's got to be We spear ahead and forge our destiny Who do they represent, who do you believe? Make a sound decision for others to heed Try to set a faster pace Try to build a master race One that will make a contribution to tomorrow It's the way they say it's got to be We put aside our fears and make history The clothes are in the dryer and the writing's on the wall We're trying everything we can to stop this fall Everyday we profit so Leaning toward the great unknown |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Empire Strikes First (2004)
Not long ago, and yet the image is so vague
I hesitate to label it a memory There was a show of local color and I felt astray 'Cause I had nothin' to offer but insufficiency And you know that it's a bitch When you learn to scratch that itch Of blatant fallibility Sooner to some, but eventually All gets pointed in the same direction While the human masses and their vague conceptions Obliterate each other with impunity And you wonder, ""What's in this for me?"" To another abyss To no avail The search is bound to fail To another abyss To no avail So long ago I set sail And it chills me to the bone that I'm so far away from home To another abyss So what should I do now? What should I celebrate Given finite means and a penchant to depreciate ? How can I still avow and depend upon a state That cares nothing for my happiness, welfare, or fate? And I know I can't explain the commotion in my brain Like a terrifying reality deconstructed but inadequately All gets pointed in the same direction While the human masses and their vague conceptions Obliterate each other with impunity And release the weight of history To another abyss To no avail The search is bound to fail To another abyss To no avail So long ago I set sail And it chills me to the bone that I'm so far away from home To another abyss So long ago So long ago Oh, I set sail And I'm struggling on the way And I'm waiting for the day (To another abyss ) And I'm looking for a way back home (To another abyss) So far away (To another abyss) So far away (To another abyss) (To another abyss) So far away (To another abyss) |
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from Bad Religion - Stranger Than Fiction (1994)
The brown and orange sky holds its breath
As the sun retreats to the distant horizon And our hearts palpitate anxiously as we soon will lay supine And wait for sleep to overcome us And from somewhere in our black subconscious minds when we're asleep Comes a haunting swelling mass of voices resonating It screams of forgotten victims and the cries of innocence And the desperate plea for recognition and recompense Tiny voices Echoes of our heritage, our long and sallow faces turn the other way Tiny voices Harbored deep within as we outwardly deny that they have something to say And if you don't confront them they will never go away The billions of tiny pinhole embers fade into a morning sky Filled with poignant morose wonder Waking to bear a cosmetic peace that verifies the turmoil That we carry deep inside And from somewhere in our black subconscious minds when we're asleep Comes a haunting swelling mass of voices resonating It screams of forgotten victims and the cries of innocence And the desperate plea for recognition and recompense Tiny voices Echoes of our heritage, our long and sallow faces turn the other way Tiny voices Harbored deep within as we outwardly deny that they have something to say And if we don't confront them they will never go away |
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from Bad Religion - Into the Unknown (1983)
Part one
From the bird and the deer who live on the same To the condominiums that litter the plain It took time... time and disregard From the green and the trees that shot high in the air To the high-business market-men who take all that's there It took time... time and disregard Part two One more acre, another tree It's all untamed, of course it's free One more acre, it seems no one cares Another great chance to put a building there Part three I used to roam, wherever I would I'd see my friends and I'd eat what I could We did live together in our borderless state Survival our instinct, nature our fate Today I see borders and my friends disappear Man chooses my fate thus I live in fear Tomorrow the trucks come I've nowhere to run My home is destroyed so they can have fun. Part four From the wild natural wonderland from which we all came To the cement and metal that lost all the game It took time... time and disregard............ |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - No Control (1989)
You've got to quit your little charade and join the freak parade
Now that your road has been paved from conception to your grave Enormous things to do, others' practices to eschew To be better than you is impossible to do But the world won't stop without you No, the world won't stop without you Your achievements are unsurpassed, you are highly-ordered mass But you can bet your ass that your free energy will dissipate Two billion years thus far, now mister here you are An element in a sea of enthalpic organic compounds The world won't stop without you The world won't stop without you You're only as elegant as your actions let you be A piece of chaos related phylogenetically To every living organ system we're siblings don't you see? The earth rotates and will revolve without you constantly Two billion years thus far, now mister here you are An element in a sea of enthalpic organic compounds The world won't stop without you No, the world won't stop without you I said the world won't stop without you |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Empire Strikes First (2004)
The quickening is an ephemeral thing
That only happens in the dark Like catching lightening in a jar And the pain that it brings is just the promise of spring It's madness on the wing Oh, what does it mean? To come alive To come alive To come alive (To come alive) To come alive To come alive To come alive The entering is soulful conjecturing Oh, lost and by the wind-grieved ghost Please come back to me again Because the way that she bleeds Is in the law that he reads Confusing words and deeds So what does it mean? To come alive To come alive To come alive (To come alive) To come alive To come alive To come alive To pierce the vein of the sacred and profane Poor science in the service of a faith But who will bear the mark of Cain To come alive .......x12 |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain (1990)
Let's gather 'round the carcass of the old deflated beast
We've seen it through the accolades and rested in its lea Syntactic is our elegance, incisive our disease The swath endogenous of ourselves will be our quandary We've nestled in its hollow and we've suckled at its breast Grandiloquent in our attitude, impassioned yet inept Frivolous gavel our design and ludicrous our threat Excursive expeditions leave us holding less and less So what does it mean? When we tell ourselves it's only for a while we've been deceived And it's only for a moment that the treasures of our day Make life easier to complicate the treasure thrown away I'm so tired of all the fucked up minds Of all the terrorist religions and their bullshit lines Of all the hand-me-downs from all industrial crimes Of the weeping mothers and those led so blind By the plastic protests and the hands of time And the pursuit of mirth and all hating kind |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Process Of Belief (2002)
How do you know what you can be
If you can't see where you are going? What breaks the silence? Misery can make you see where you belong It's a dangerous stage but the show must go on Why do you lie, why do you lie? Would you betray your soul? Why do you lie, why do you lie? Don't let your weakness show You just might be the last to know Freedom is such a loaded word So full of hurt and such aplomb Loneliness saunters in its breeze Like a disease it drags along The time of your life can't be had for a song Why do you lie, why do you lie? Would you betray your soul? Why do you lie, why do you lie? Don't let your weakness show You just might be the last to know Why do you lie, why do you lie? Would you betray your soul? Why do you lie, why do you lie? Don't let your weakness show Why do you lie, why do you lie? Only the meek follow Why do you lie, why do you lie? Trample the fear below You might just be the last to know |
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from Bad Religion - Stranger Than Fiction (1994)
Every time you shake someone's hand and it feels like your best friend
Could it be that it's only superficiality? Without regard to well-being, without an inkling of compromise Handshakes are nothing but a subtle fuck you Contracts determine the best friendships This is the way of the modern world Everyone's vying for patronage This is the way of the modern world And something has gotta give Every time you shake someone's hand and you share neither color nor creed You gotta overcome the obstacles of history There is restrained passion, mistrust and bigotry And these have created the new foundations of society There's no harmony just class and race This is the way of the modern world Everyone's fighting for dominance This is the way of the modern world And something has gotta give Now I believe in unity And I am willing to compromise But I'm not gonna lie or sell my soul Every time you shake someone's hand It determines where you stand And if you won't uphold your side then it's better to Fend for yourself Fend for yourself Fend for yourself And shun the handshake Fend for yourself Fend for yourself Fend for yourself And shun the handshake Fend for yourself Fend for yourself Fend for yourself And shun the handshake Fend for yourself Fend for yourself Fend for yourself And shun the handshake Fend for yourself Fend for yourself Fend for yourself And shun the handshake Fend for yourself Fend for yourself Fend for yourself And shun the handshake Someone's gotta give |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
I could only get the tools, the stimuli and molecules
Frozen moments in time I could be the archetype, a credit to the genotype Reprogram your mind But the storybook sages fill their pages Hiding from the warming sun Limitless distractions give no pause To distort a precious delusion Delusion Precious delusion Did you see the moralist retort and raise his fist? You can't make a man a machine I can see the edifice crumbling in foggy mist Razed by discovery But the storybook sages fill their pages Hiding from the warming sun Limitless distractions give no pause To distort a precious delusion Delusion Precious delusion Delusion |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Empire Strikes First (2004)
We strike first and we're unrehearsed
Here we go again to stage the greatest show on heaven and earth Come on, get your money's worth Don't want to live (Can't live) Don't want to give (Can't give) Don't want to be (Won't be) E - M - P - I - R - E (Can't live) Don't want to live (Can't give) Don't want to be (Won't be) E - M - P - I - R - E We're comin' on fast And we're built to last We stumbled once in 'Nam now we're glad to finally say those days have past Tell me how long can it last? Don't want to live (Can't live) Don't want to give (Can't give) Don't want to be (Won't be) E - M - P - I - R - E (Can't live) Don't want to live (Can't give) Don't want to be (Won't be) E - M - P - I - R - E We just started out You don't need to be afraid Yeah, you deserve two minutes hate Well, we spit and we cursed And our bleeding-hearts burst But even ten million souls marching in February Couldn't stop the worst C-c-c-couldn't reverse Don't want to live (Can't live) Don't want to give (Can't give) Don't want to be (Won't be) E - M - P - I - R - E (Can't live) Don't want to live (Can't give) Don't want to be (Won't be) E - M - P - I - R - E (Can't live, can't give, won't be) Don't want to live (Can't live) Don't want to live (Can't give) Don't want to be (Won't be) I can't live if it isn't with you (Can't live, can't give, won't be, E - M - P - I - R - E) Don't want to live (Can't live) Don't want to live (Can't give) Don't want to be (Won't be) E - M - P - I - R - E |
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from Bad Religion - Into the Unknown (1983)
Hey did you find the
Pieces your mentor left behind? And did you care, did you Trade his genius for your dispair? Did you walk the line, did you See the mongrels on either side? Did greasy fingers grasp for pieces of your mind? |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Process Of Belief (2002)
Nothing comes easier than madness in the world today
Mass paranoia is a mode, not a malady Yeah, I'd like to watch a thousand cable channels but there's nothing on And my high speed connection's monitored daily by the Pentagon These things are seldom what they seem I'm not inclined to enjoy my dream Won't go away (No peace) No peace (And no friends) And no friends (We trace) We trace the mortal edge (With no defense) To state the obvious This world is perilous for us No sense (No sense) And no guide (No guide) Ain't it beautiful to be alive? (Yeah, right) I won't resign before the struggle ends So I'll construct this sound defense We are the prey and culture is the predator I'm running out of time where conditions are positional Shadows of a doubt cast reluctance and depravity There's got to be a way to overcome this grim reality Is there an option left for me? I'm not immune to despondency There's no way (No peace) No peace (And no friends) And no friends (We trace) We trace the mortal edge (with no defense) To state the obvious This world is perilous for us No sense (no sense) And no guide (no guide) Ain't it beautiful to be alive? (Yeah, right) I won't resign before the struggle ends So I'll construct this sound defense There's a signpost on the corner and it keeps everybody safe We were all made in the shade And your mother's in the kitchen where she's patching all the cracks in the wall We never had a care in the world (No shade) Too much to sacrifice (And no light) It's hard to recognize (Just black) Traps to compromise (And white) Obscuring deadly alibis (My plans) It's combinational (Designs) The pressure so intense So I'll construct this sound defense (No way) Nothing's plainer than the madness in the world today (No sign) I must conceal myself and steal myself and break away (No grace) I seek initiatives in matters that are black and white (No sense) So I'll construct this sound defense |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - Generator (1992)
The Answer - Bad Religion
Long ago in a dusty village full of hunger, pain and strife a man came forth with a vision of truth and the way to a better life he was convinced he had the answer and he compelled people to follow along but the hunger never vanished and the man was banished and the village dried up and died at a time when wise men peered through brass tubes toward the sky the heavens changed in predictable ways and one man was able to find that he had found the answer and he was quick to write his revelation but as they were scrutinized in his colleagues eyes he soon became a mockery don't tell me about the answer 'cause then another one will come along soon i don't believe you have the answer i've got ideas too but if you've got enought naivete and you've got conviction then the answer is perfect for you an urban spall sits choking on its discharge overwhelmed by industry searching for a modern day savior from another place inclined toward charity everyone's begging for an answer without regard to validity the searching never ends it goes on and on and on for eternity |
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from Bad Religion - Stranger Than Fiction (1994)
Television, television, television, television
Television, television, television, television Oh yeah, I want to bask in your golden light Submerge in electric waves I need my connection To the world outside The world outside is buzzing like an angry wasp in summer The candidates are running and the son of God is coming Crackle mental convolutions tune in to the revolution Whereby everyone's included so we'll never have to be alone Television, television, television, television Television, television, television, television Oh yeah, I want to bathe in your golden light Submerge in electric waves I need my injection From the world outside Every atom of my body, blood, and sinew, bone and fiber I can't distill you from my blood, you're a hungry germ inside of me You're my lover, my heroine, my conscience, and my voice and I know now that I have learned to let you in, I will never have to be alone Television, television, television, television Television, television, television, television Oh yeah, I want to bathe in your golden light Submerge in electric waves I'd take after my mother but she's from a different generation I prefer my big brother, he's so gentle and understanding And I learn what I can by the television light So that when I'm all alone I know it's gonna be alright Television, television, television, television Television, television, television, television |
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from Bad Religion - Stranger Than Fiction (1994)
Television, television, television, television
Television, television, television, television Oh yeah, I want to bask in your golden light Submerge in electric waves I need my connection To the world outside The world outside is buzzing like an angry wasp in summer The candidates are running and the son of God is coming Crackle mental convolutions tune in to the revolution Whereby everyone's included so we'll never have to be alone Television, television, television, television Television, television, television, television Oh yeah, I want to bathe in your golden light Submerge in electric waves I need my injection From the world outside Every atom of my body, blood, and sinew, bone and fiber I can't distill you from my blood, you're a hungry germ inside of me You're my lover, my heroine, my conscience, and my voice and I know now that I have learned to let you in, I will never have to be alone Television, television, television, television Television, television, television, television Oh yeah, I want to bathe in your golden light Submerge in electric waves I'd take after my mother but she's from a different generation I prefer my big brother, he's so gentle and understanding And I learn what I can by the television light So that when I'm all alone I know it's gonna be alright Television, television, television, television Television, television, television, television |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Process Of Belief (2002)
Well, am I making haste, or could it be haste is making me?
What's time but a thing to kill or keep or buy or lose or live in? I gotta go faster, keep up the pace Just to stay in the human race I could go supersonic, the problem's chronic Tell me does life exist beyond it? When I need to sate I just accelerate into oblivion Into oblivion Now here I go again everything is alien How does it feel to be outstripped by the pace of cultural change? My deeds are senseless and rendered meaningless When measured in that vein I could go supersonic, the problem's chronic Tell me does life exist beyond it? When I need to sate I just accelerate into oblivion I won't lie (pace setters, go-getters) It's exciting (rat racers, forgetters) When I try (researchers, berserkers) To decide things (strategies to help the workers) I just want to live (new time-saving devices) Decently (quick vices, no crisis) Meaningfully (brevity dependency) I'm in misery (digital efficiency) I could go supersonic, the problem's chronic Tell me does life exist beyond it? When I need to sate I just accelerate into oblivion Into oblivion |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - Suffer (1988)
Suffer - Bad Religion
Did you ever see the concrete stares of everyday? The lunatic, the hypocrite, are all lost in the fray. Can't you see their lives are just like yours? An unturned stone, an undiscovered Door leading to the gift of hope renewed, eternity for you. The masses of humanity have always had to suffer. The businessman whose master plan controls the world each day Is blind to indications of his species' slow decay. Can't you see his life is just like yours? An unturned stone, an undiscovered Door leading to the gift of hope renewed, eternity for you. The masses of humanity have always had to suffer. People blow their minds (they choose to resign) This deformed society is part of the design. It'll never go away (it's in the cards that way). The masses of humanity have always, always had to suffer! A door leading to the gift of hope renewed, eternity foryou. The masses of humanity, still clinging to their dignity, The masses of humanity will always have to suffer. Always have to suffer. |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
Dedication's the price you pay
The initiated are coddled and caged Before you walk, as soon as you crawl Hope is pointless when you're stuck in the trawl Fuck the freshman lectures and brandishments They just betray impoverished accomplishments The puppet masters fear originality They tighten up the tethers and they shackle your feet Submission complete Young recruits never have a chance Enticed to the drill, admonished to dance Early to rise and early to shine Life is long but the end is nigh Break the guilty trammels from yesteryear Remember how rejuvenation conquers all fears Lowly opportunists take commanding roles And hawk ultimatums so their weakness won't show The sad reflection Of dead ambition You live for nothing Submission complete Yeah, break the guilty trammels from yesteryear Remember how the pain of failure makes it all clear The lowly opportunists take commanding roles And hawk ultimatums so their weakness won't show The sad reflection Of dead ambition You live for nothing Expectation Indoctrination Life's damnation Submission complete Dying on your feet Submission complete A total defeat |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain / Recipe For Hate [box] (0000)
Struck A Nerve
there's an old man on a city bus holding a candy cane, and it isn't even christmas, he sees a note in the obituary that his last friend has died, there's an infant clinging to his overweight mother as they go to shop for cigarettes, and she spends her last dollar for a bottle of vodka for tonight and I guess it struck a nerve, like I had to squint my eyes, you can never get out of the line of sight, like a barren winter day, or a patch of unburned green, like a tragic real dream, i guess it struck a nerve every day I wander in negative disposition, as I'm bombarded by superlatives, realizing very well that I'm not alone, introverted i look to tomorrow for salvation, but I'm thinking altruistically, and a wave of overwhelming doubt turns me to stone and I guess it struck a nerve, sent a murmur through my heart, we just haven't got time to crack the maze, like a magic speeding clock, or a cancer in our sells, a collision in the dark, I guess it struck a nerve I try to close my eyes, but I cannot ignore the stimuli, if there's a purpose for us all it remains a secret to me, don't ask me to justify my life. |
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from Bad Religion - Recipe For Hate (1993)
There's an old man on a city bus holding a candy cane and it isn't even Christmas
He sees a note in the obituary that his last friend has died There's an infant clinging to his overweight mother in the cold as they go to shop for cigarettes And she spends her last dollar on a bottle of vodka for tonight And I guess it struck a nerve, like I had to squint my eyes You can never get out of the line of sight Like a barren winter day or a patch of unburned green Like a tragic real dream, I guess it struck a nerve Everyday I wander in negative disposition as I'm bombarded by superlatives Realizing very well that I am not alone Introverted, I look to tomorrow for salvation but I'm thinking altruistically And a wave of overwhelming doubt turns me to stone And I guess it struck a nerve, sent a murmur through my heart We just haven't got time to crack the maze Like a magic speeding clock or a cancer in our cells A collision in the dark, I guess it struck a nerve I try to close my eyes But I cannot ignore the stimuli If there's a purpose for us all, it remains a secret to me Don't ask me to justify my life And I guess it struck a nerve, like I had to squint my eyes You can never get out of the line of sight Like a magic speeding clock or a cancer in our cells A collision in the dark, I guess it struck a nerve |
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from Bad Religion - Stranger Than Fiction (1994)
A febrile shocking violent smack
And the children are hoping for a heart attack Tonight the windows are watching The streets all conspire and the lamppost can't stop crying If I could fly high above the world Would I see a bunch of living dots spell the word stupidity? Or would I see hungry lover homicides, loving brother suicides And olly olly oxenfrees who pick a side and hide? The world is scratching at my door My morning paper's got the scores The human interest stories And the obituary Cockroach naps and rattling traps How many devils can you fit upon a match head? Caringosity killed the Kerouac cat Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction In my alley around the corner there's a wino with feathered shoulders And a spirit giving head for crack and he'll never want it back There's a little kid and his family eating crackers like thanksgiving And a pack of wild desperados scornful of living The world is scratching at my door My morning paper has the scores The human interest stories And the obituary Cradle for a cat, Wolfe looks back How many angels can you fit upon a match? I want to know why Hemingway cracked Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction Life is the crummiest book I ever read There isn't a hook Just a lot of cheap shots, pictures to shock And characters an amateur would never dream up Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction |
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from Bad Religion - Stranger Than Fiction (1994)
A febrile shocking violent smack
And the children are hoping for a heart attack Tonight the windows are watching The streets all conspire and the lamppost can't stop crying If I could fly high above the world Would I see a bunch of living dots spell the word stupidity? Or would I see hungry lover homicides, loving brother suicides And olly olly oxenfrees who pick a side and hide? The world is scratching at my door My morning paper's got the scores The human interest stories And the obituary Cockroach naps and rattling traps How many devils can you fit upon a match head? Caringosity killed the Kerouac cat Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction In my alley around the corner there's a wino with feathered shoulders And a spirit giving head for crack and he'll never want it back There's a little kid and his family eating crackers like thanksgiving And a pack of wild desperados scornful of living The world is scratching at my door My morning paper has the scores The human interest stories And the obituary Cradle for a cat, Wolfe looks back How many angels can you fit upon a match? I want to know why Hemingway cracked Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction Life is the crummiest book I ever read There isn't a hook Just a lot of cheap shots, pictures to shock And characters an amateur would never dream up Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain / Recipe For Hate [box] (0000)
a grizzly scene on my electron beam
told a story about human rights, so all of kings horses and all of kings men had a riot for two days and nights well, the city exploded but the gates wouldn't open so the company asked him to quit now everybody's equal just don't measure it well hansson did it to hester and mark david did it to john and maybe jack did it to marilyn but he did it to south vietnam for beauty and glory for money, love and country everybody's doing it, don't do that to me I don't know what stopped Jesus Christ from turning every hungry stone into bread and I don't remember hearing how Moses reacted when the innocent first born sons lay dead well I guess God was a lot more demonstrative back when he flamboyantly parted the sea, now everybody's praying, don't pray on me. |
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from Bad Religion - Recipe For Hate (1993)
"Hi..Welcome to Stealth"
This is a strong an confound This weekend i will spend over 800 million dollers on drugs first, i will continue pushing the narcotics for all low income people not covered and soon after that we can get rid of each and every one of them and im doin what i think is right an i certainly deserve it gnight |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Process Of Belief (2002)
Father can you hear me?
How have I let you down? I curse the day that I was born And all the sorrow in this world Let me take you to the hurting ground Where all good men are trampled down Just to settle a bet that could not be won Between a prideful father and his son Will you guide me now, for I can't see A reason for the suffering and this long misery What if every living soul could be upright and strong? Well then I do imagine There will be sorrow Yeah, there will be sorrow And there will be sorrow no more When all soldiers lay their weapons down Or when all kings and all queens relinquish their crowns Or when the only true messiah rescues us from ourselves It's easy to imagine There will be sorrow Yeah, there will be sorrow And there will be sorrow no more There will be sorrow Yeah, there will be sorrow And there will be sorrow no more Yeah, there will be sorrow Yeah, there will be sorrow And there will be sorrow no more |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
Father can you hear me?
How have I let you down? I curse the day that I was born And all the sorrow in this world Let me take you to the hurting ground Where all good men are trampled down Just to settle a bet that could not be won Between a prideful father and his son Will you guide me now, for I can't see A reason for the suffering and this long misery What if every living soul could be upright and strong? Well then I do imagine There will be sorrow Yeah, there will be sorrow And there will be sorrow no more When all soldiers lay their weapons down Or when all kings and all queens relinquish their crowns Or when the only true messiah rescues us from ourselves It's easy to imagine There will be sorrow Yeah, there will be sorrow And there will be sorrow no more There will be sorrow Yeah, there will be sorrow And there will be sorrow no more Yeah, there will be sorrow Yeah, there will be sorrow And there will be sorrow no more |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - No Control (1989)
There's a specter in the corner of an illustrated page
And a lonesome muted stripling with a rapt remedial gaze The poverty of his language and the wealth of his emotion Bring him endless murky musings and unexpected frustration Angst and madness weave the fabric of his life Tomorrow might be better but right now it feels like... There's a panther wild and proud behind the doors of a redolent cage And an undeveloped intellect filled with impotent and static rage And don't think you're exempt if you earn a good weekly wages 'Cause your neighbor's going crazy and insanity's contagious I know there's so much you want to say But your tongue gets in the way And sometimes it feels like... I know there's so much you want to say And the tumbrel of your mind gets in the way It's the same for everybody to degrees We all get that foggy freeze and sometimes it feels like... |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Empire Strikes First (2004)
Right now, well, it's finally time to face my fears
Gonna get the hell out of here And create a fresher atmosphere But the consequence is clear There's a furnace set on high And a yearning undefined But it's time to turn the tide It's social suicide Like you, perseverance is a useless tool Just a patron on a ship of fools Feigning interest in the cast and crew While you've broken every single rule There's a furnace set on high And a yearning undefined Now it's time to turn the tide It's social suicide Shadows entertain the unwashed masses Scholars explain their numb reactions I don't even know if I can ever find truth But I'm sure it won't come from following you There's a furnace set on high And a yearning undefined But it's time to turn the tide It's social suicide |
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from Bad Religion - Stranger Than Fiction (1994)
So you're feeling unimportant
'Cause you've got nothing to say And your life is just a ramble No one understands you anyway Well, I've got a piece of news, son That might make you change your mind Your life is historically meaningful And spans a significant time Slumber will come soon And you are helping put it to sleep Side by side we do our share, faithfully assuring That slumber will come soon Well, now do you feel a little better? Lift up your head and walk away Knowing we're all in this together For such a short time anyway There is just no time to parade around sulking I would rather laugh than cry The rich, the poor, the strong, the weak, we share this place together And we pitch in to help it die, we pitch in to help it die I'm not too good at giving morals And I don't fear the consequence If life makes you scared and bitter At least it's not for very long Slumber will come soon And you are helping put it to sleep Side by side we do our share, faithfully assuring That slumber will come soon Slumber will come soon Slumber will come soon Slumber will come soon |
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from Bad Religion - Stranger Than Fiction (1994)
So you're feeling unimportant
'Cause you've got nothing to say And your life is just a ramble No one understands you anyway Well, I've got a piece of news, son That might make you change your mind Your life is historically meaningful And spans a significant time Slumber will come soon And you are helping put it to sleep Side by side we do our share, faithfully assuring That slumber will come soon Well, now do you feel a little better? Lift up your head and walk away Knowing we're all in this together For such a short time anyway There is just no time to parade around sulking I would rather laugh than cry The rich, the poor, the strong, the weak, we share this place together And we pitch in to help it die, we pitch in to help it die I'm not too good at giving morals And I don't fear the consequence If life makes you scared and bitter At least it's not for very long Slumber will come soon And you are helping put it to sleep Side by side we do our share, faithfully assuring That slumber will come soon Slumber will come soon Slumber will come soon Slumber will come soon |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - How Could Hell Be Any Worse? (1982)
Don't try to say that I threaten your freedom
We've done without for 20 years, so think if we really need 'em We're all just slaves for the troop commanders (3x) We're all slaves We can blow up things better than in any country except this one Waiting for it too then you realize it ain't too much fun We're in a country, democracy, supposed to be the best on the globe Living from the denoument lifted from the high class clones and We're all just slaves for the system masters (3x) We're all slaves And we're all just slaves for the system masters We're all slaves |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - How Could Hell Be Any Worse? (1982)
Don't try to say that I threaten your freedom
We've done without for 20 years, so think if we really need 'em We're all just slaves for the troop commanders (3x) We're all slaves We can blow up things better than in any country except this one Waiting for it too then you realize it ain't too much fun We're in a country, democracy, supposed to be the best on the globe Living from the denoument lifted from the high class clones and We're all just slaves for the system masters (3x) We're all slaves And we're all just slaves for the system masters We're all slaves |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain / Recipe For Hate [box] (0000)
Skyscraper
come let us make bricks and burn them hard, we'll build a city with a tower for the world and climb so we can reach anything we may propose, anything at all build me up, tear me down like a skyscraper, build me up, then tear down these joining walls so they can't climb at all I know why tore it down that day, you thought, if you got caught we'd all go away, like a spoiled little baby who can't come out to play, you had your revenge build me up, tear me down like a skyscraper, build me up, then tear down these joining walls so they can't climb at all. |
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from Bad Religion - Recipe For Hate (1993)
Come let us make bricks and burn them hard
We'll build a city with a tower for the world And climb so we can reach anything we may propose Anything at all Build me up, tear me down Like a skyscraper Build me up, then tear down these joining walls So they can't climb at all I know why you tore it down that day You thought that if you got caught we'd all go away Like a spoiled little baby who can't come out and play You had your revenge Build me up, tear me down Like a skyscraper Build me up, then tear down these joining walls So they can't climb at all Well madness reigned and paradise drowned When Babel's walls came crashing down Now the echoes roar, for story read that was hardly understood And never any good Build me up, tear me down Like a skyscraper Build me up, then tear down these joining walls So they can't climb at all |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
Come let us make bricks and burn them hard
We'll build a city with a tower for the world And climb so we can reach anything we may propose Anything at all Build me up, tear me down Like a skyscraper Build me up, then tear down these joining walls So they can't climb at all I know why you tore it down that day You thought that if you got caught we'd all go away Like a spoiled little baby who can't come out and play You had your revenge Build me up, tear me down Like a skyscraper Build me up, then tear down these joining walls So they can't climb at all Well madness reigned and paradise drowned When Babel's walls came crashing down Now the echoes roar, for story read that was hardly understood And never any good Build me up, tear me down Like a skyscraper Build me up, then tear down these joining walls So they can't climb at all |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Empire Strikes First (2004)
Innocents burned alive at the stake
Tortured and dumped in nameless graves Centuries waned, authority died Scattering seeds of ancient lies Sinister rouge coming back for more To even the score Sinister rouge coming back for more To even the score Child molesters and Jesuits Holding secret conference Underneath the Pontiff's nose And only God will ever know Sinister rouge coming back for more To even the score Sinister rouge coming back for more To even the score Give us this day our daily bread Your legacy we'll not forget Lick the wounds, cleanse the land The modern world rejects your hand Sinister rouge coming back for more To even the score Sinister rouge coming back for more To even the score The nightmare comes in sinister rouge |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - How Could Hell Be Any Worse? (1982)
This isn't art, this is suicide
In a social way I don't have the need and I don't have the time I'll tell you why 'Cause I think about it all the time I think about what's true and what's lies I used to think the things in my head were true Sensory feedback from the things like you (2x) I don't know why this must be It's misleading me I don't know why we've got a social suicide Sensory overload, what a hell of a time Gotta sensory overload, gotta tricky little mind Tricky little mind, yeah Go! 'Cause I think about the quivering flesh I think about this urban mess Think about playing these games for real I wanna write down all the things I feel I don't wanna hide from the things I hear I don't know why this must be The guitar's misleading me I don't know why we've got a social suicide Sensory overload, what a hell of a time Gotta sensory overload, gotta tricky little mind Tricky little mind, yeah |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
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Days go marching by There and back I never wait for a confident reply Truth is stark and leaves its mark as limited constraints And the most difficult part is accepting what the future may bring It seems like a lifetime of scrutiny Wither the path, whether worth the fee A lifetime of scrutiny And it seems as though I can't be sure of anything anymore One - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight Years go flying by No one seems to hesitate or cast an earnest eye Judgement comes in many forms but never scarce or shy And the litany is long as the confidence is strong in their delight It seems like a lifetime of scrutiny Prejudicial waters wash over me A lifetime of scrutiny And the words just don't equate with sense or sanity anymore One - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight The faces and the names Shattered hopes and stolen dreams and no one left to blame Is it possible to win this pointless mortal game? 'Cuz when death comes it's swift and my friends, we end up all the same It feels like a lifetime of scrutiny Wither the path and whether worth the fee A lifetime of scrutiny And it seems as though I can't remember anything anymore |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - No Control (1989)
There's a watch in my pocket
And its hands are broken The face is blank But the gears are turning Confusion Is a fundamental state of mind It doesn't really matter what I'm figuring out I'm guaranteed to wind up in a state of doubt And sanity is a full time job In a world that is always changing And sanity is a state of mind That you believe in sanity There's a shadow on the wall Where the paint is peeling My body's moving forward But my mind is reeling Depression Is a fundamental state of day It doesn't really matter how my day has turned out I always end up living in this world of doubt And sanity is a full time job In a world that is always changing And sanity will make you strong If you believe in sanity And sanity is a full time job In a world that is always changing And sanity is a state of mind That you believe in sanity |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
Oratory of hope and glory, a whisper and a rhyme
An effigy, a soldier out of time Citizen and patriot, you can't be far behind The funeral weighing heavy on your mind Requiem, bring the dissident from slumber Requiem, raise the rebel from his grave Requiem, sound the revolution's thunder A monumental blunder averted and betrayed Dig around the cemetery, a record of the day Friends and neighbors in stages of decay But the saddest thing of all eludes discovery The stimulus for this somber ceremony Requiem, bring the dissident from slumber Requiem, raise the rebel from his grave Requiem, sound the revolution's thunder A monumental blunder averted and betrayed The sanctimonious minions, how they grovel at the feet Authority is populist deceit Pity yet another casualty's demoralized decline Just a victim of irrational design Requiem Requiem Requiem Bring the dissident from slumber Requiem, raise the rebel from his grave Requiem, sound the revolution's thunder A monumental blunder averted and betrayed |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain / Recipe For Hate [box] (0000)
Recipe For Hate
can't you feel it, can't you see it the promise of prosperity, it's overwhelming you and me it afflicts us like a disease, ubiquitous compelling too we cling to you like crazy glue, and inject such a potent seed it's best for all humanity, the spread of culture, the sword of progress, the vector of suffrage a warm and septic breeze, the pomp and elation, the duty and vocation, the blood of the hybrid it's just a recipe re-living our ancestry the frightful lack of harmony, our fore-fathers who led the way, their victims are still here today, now it's time to erase the story of our bogus fate, our history as it's portrayed it's just a recipe for hate. |
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from Bad Religion - Recipe For Hate (1993)
Can't you feel it, can't you see
The promise of prosperity? It's overwhelming you and me It afflicts us like a disease Ubiquitous, compelling too We cling to you like crazy glue And inject such a potent seed It's best for all humanity The spread of culture, the sword of progress The vector of suffrage, a warm and septic breeze The pomp and elation, the duty and vocation The blood of the hybrid, it's just a recipe Reliving our ancestry The frightful lack of harmony Our forefathers who led the way Their victims are still here today Now it's time to erase The story of our bogus fate Our history as it's portrayed Is just a recipe for hate A recipe for hate The spread of culture, the sword of progress The vector of suffrage, a warm and septic breeze The pomp and elation, the duty and vocation The blood of the hybrid, it's just a recipe |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain / Recipe For Hate [box] (0000)
offer me eternity, and i'll trade a cup of coffee and a dime, looking
for a handout on behalf of those who have so little time, but who wants to live on just 70 cents a day? padding your pockets doesn't make this a better place, "cereal and water" is a feast for some you say, your price-tag on existence can't cover your double face, quality or quantity: a choice you have to make, dipping in the icing, bringing home the largest turkey from the field, breaking all the piggy banks, scooping up the booty, licking all the right holes, bolstering the payroll, why reduce life to a dollar amount per day? and why let the world think this is the american way? your uneaten greens ar a feast for some you say, survival and living are concepts you can't equate, quality or quantity don't tell me they're the same |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain (1990)
Offer me eternity
And I'll trade a cup of coffee and a dime Looking for a handout On behalf of those who have so little time But who wants to live on just 70 cents a day? Padding your pockets doesn't make this a better place Cereal and water is a feast for some, you say Your price tag on existence can't cover your double face Quality or quantity Quality or quantity Quality or quantity A choice you have to make Dipping in the icing Bringing home the largest turkey from the field Breaking all the piggy banks, scooping all the booty Licking all the right holes, bolstering the payroll Why reduce life to a dollar amount per day? And why let the world think this is the American way? Your uneaten greens are a feast for some you say Survival and living are concepts you can't equate Quality or quantity Quality or quantity Quality or quantity Don't tell me they're the same Quality or quantity Quality or quantity Quality or quantity A choice you have to make |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Process Of Belief (2002)
Hit the road in wander mode, inquire along the way
Savior-faire in dull despair while living day to day My heart is not a cold cauldron of proof I don't ever need to prove myself to you Looking back I'm off the tracks more times than I recognize Mistakes are another opportunity to refine My heart is not a cold cauldron of proof I don't ever need to prove myself to you There's no such thing as hell But you can make it if you try There might come a day When emotion can be quantified But as of now there's no proof necessary No proof necessary No proof necessary There's no proof necessary, it's only in your mind |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
Oh, can't you feel the nostalgia, I wonder about you, modernistocrat Horatio Alger
Clever, never hesitating in the baiting, ever waiting for the canticle of manacles abating Did you ever forget you had a regret? And what you only guessed at might still be waiting When the prodigal son with a caroming shadow of hate comes to land at home Well, he's a mourning star with a champagne heart at his curtain call And father never understood the way the work gets done Don't look at me, no, I ain't one, no prodigal son Don't look at me, no, I ain't one, no prodigal son When everybody about is ready to bout you about controversial values Don't you think you'd better readdress the level of the cowardice rising to drown you? Did you ever connect or come to reject, or even inspect The dreams that hound you? When the prodigal son with a caroming shadow of hate comes to land at home Well, he's a mourning star with a champagne heart at his curtain call And father never understood the way the work gets done Don't look at me, no, I ain't one, no prodigal son Don't look at me, no, I ain't one, no prodigal son When you least expect it, he's going to run Like the blood-red path of the western sun The prodigal son is waiting, waiting for his moment to come Well hell no, don't look at me, can't you see I ain't one, no prodigal son It ain't me, no I ain't one, no prodigal son |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain / Recipe For Hate [box] (0000)
Positive Aspect Of Negative Thinking
let's gather round the carcass of the old deflated beast, we have seen it through the accolades and rested in it's lea, syntactic is our elegance, incisive our disease, the swath endogenous of ourselves will be our quandary, we've nestled in it's hollow and we've suckled at it's breast, grandiloquent in attitude, impassioned yet inept, frivolous gavel our design, ludicrous or threat, excursive expeditions leave us holding less and less, so what does it mean? when we tell ourselves it's only for a while we have been deceived and it's only for a moment that the treasures of our day make life easier to complicate, the treasure thrown away, I'm so tired of all the fucked up mind of all the terrorist religions and their bullshit lines, of all the hand-me-downs from all industrial crimes and the weeping mothers and those who are led so blind, from the plastic protests and the hands of time and the pursuit of mirth and all hating kind. |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain / Recipe For Hate [box] (0000)
Portrait Of Authority
nothing more, nothing less, in icon on the wall decoration and duress, which many strive to be, it's the marble statue standing over me, and nobody has the will to tear it down, it determines wrong and right, but to me it's just a stereotype and it makes us lose our sight the portrait of authority, you tell me that's what I'm supposed to be (it embodies what he cannot be) another time, another man, an oppressive intrusion and a plague across his land, and it haunts him every day, it tells him he has no chance his hopes just fades away, and he lives his life prepared to tear it down, but he can't muster the support, and to him it's just a stereotype of his life-long fight. |
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from Bad Religion - Recipe For Hate (1993)
Nothing more, nothing less
An icon on the wall, decoration and duress That which many strive to be It's the marble statue staring over me And nobody has the will to tear it down It determines wrong and right But to me it's just a stereotype And it makes us lose our sight The portrait of authority You tell me that's what I'm supposed to be Another time, another man An oppressive intrusion, a plague across his land And it haunts him every day It tells him that he has no chance, his hopes just fade away And he lives his life prepared to tear it down But he can't muster the support And to him it's just a stereotype Of his life long fight The portrait of authority It embodies what he cannot be |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - How Could Hell Be Any Worse? (1982)
Economy, technology, doesn't really work
Can't try running for government, I'm not a jerk! I've tried to see these faces all around the way You're lucky if they listen to a single word you say What is right and what is wrong? The government decides You don't have no rights at all, as long as you don't fight We're all being oppressed by the upper middle class The government you vote for is the one that you put there I've put down enough dues, I'm due and so are you Residents fear the president, I'm not the government We ignore the masses of the whole entire race Then our streets will all get filled without a happy face Economy, technology, doesn't really work The guy running the government, another jerk I've tried to see these faces all around the way You're lucky if they listen to a single word you say |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - How Could Hell Be Any Worse? (1982)
I show pity on the human race,
On the ignorant plenty who devote their lives To an icon that they've never known. I show pity on eons past, When early man started the first civilization And human aggression was born. I show pity on the future to come, When the government system will be omnipotent And we'll be worse off... than we are now! Pity, pity, on the billions of ignorant people. Pity, pity, on the masses of aggression. Pity, pity, on the future centuries to come, on the billions of ignorant people, on the future centuries to come, on the masses of aggression. It's all a matter of looking at the past. It's all a question, are we gonna last? If we endure the aggression that's inside all of us We'll wipe out our own species and thus... the world! Pity! Pity on... on the masses of aggression, on the billions of ignorant people, on the future centuries to come, on the masses of ignorant people, on the future centuries to come. |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - Suffer (1988)
So here we are again to experience the bitter, scalding end
And we're the only ones who can perceive it But others sing of beauty and the story that's unfolded As one that deserves praise and ritual My pessimistic lines, your superstitious lives And the modern age's lies won't absolve you And the professorial truth and the dear clairvoyant youth And of course the nightly news will deceive you My pessimistic lines, your superstitious lives And the modern age's lies won't absolve you And the professorial truth and the dear clairvoyant youth And of course the nightly news will deceive you |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - Suffer (1988)
We're widespread and well fed
The earth's rotating fate is in our head, oh yeah We're dominant and prominent And our deity's omnipotent, oh yeah And immortality's in our mastermind And we destroy everything that we find And tomorrow when the human clock stops and the world's stops ticking We'll be an index fossil buried in our own debris We're listless, promiscuous And life to us is either hit or miss, oh yeah We're savoir faire and debonaire And things we do are done with pride and care, oh yeah And immortality's in our mastermind And we destroy everything that we find And tomorrow when the human clock stops and the world's stops ticking We'll be an index fossil buried in our own debris See, immortality's in our mastermind And we destroy everything that we find And tomorrow when the human clock stops and the world's stops ticking We'll be an index fossil buried in our own debris In our own debris |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - How Could Hell Be Any Worse? (1982)
The final page is written in the books of history
As man unleashed his deadly bombs and sent troops overseas To fight a war which can't be won and kills the human race A show of greed and ignorance, man's quest for dominance They say when a mistake is made, a lesson can be learned But this time, there's no second chance, the hate engulfs the world A million lives are lost each day, a city slowly burns A mother holds her dying child, but no one is concerned |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - Suffer (1988)
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
It's superficial progress They call it liberation With opiates of silicon Big Brother schemes to rule the nation We're one nation under God, we stand above the rest With mighty high technology, we're never second best Our specialty is infiltration Prepare yourself for subjugation, victory through domination 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 The trepidatious throngs All fear the big eye in the sky The government observes them With their own electric eye We're one nation under God, we stand above the rest With mighty high technology, we're never second best Our specialty is infiltration Prepare yourself for subjugation Automatons, illiterates And indigents of every shape and size Don't stop but aid this cruel crusade Participate in their own demise We're one nation under God, we stand above the rest With mighty high technology, we're never second best Our specialty is infiltration So pack your bags you third-world nation, victory through domination |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain / Recipe For Hate [box] (0000)
Operation Rescue
it's an s.o.s sent out telepathically, signs of our distress don't allow complacency, we need restoration now of our integrity and a drastic bold reminder of our morality, the rectifying troop is here, the ones we have needed all these years to stop the heinous wrongdoings and verify our moral benevolence as a people, operation rescue, they're here to right our fall, they have heard a troubled call, operation rescue, you may wonder where they come from, but I just wonder why they're here at all, life ever-after is what they're in business for, see them brandish the key to their kingdoms door, it's persuasive, it's a part of you and me but it's not overwhelming as they wish it to be, if no one believed in fairy tales there would be nothing they could do but fail yet everywhere we look someone is trying to reassure our moral benevolence as a people, operation rescue . . . you may wonder where they come from, but I just wonder what compels them all. |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain (1990)
It's an S.O.S. sent out telepathically
Signs of our distress don't allow complacency We need restoration now of our integrity And a drastic bold reminder of our morality The rectifying troop is here The ones we've needed all these years To stop the heinous wrongdoings And verify our moral benevolence as a people Operation, Operation Rescue They're here to right our fall, they've heard our troubled call Operation, Operation Rescue You wonder where they come from but I just wonder why they're here at all Life ever-after is what they're in business for See them brandish the key to our kingdom's door It's pervasive, a part of, part of you and me But not overwhelming as they wish it to be If no one believed in fairy tales There's nothing they could do but fail Yet everywhere we look Someone is trying to reassure our moral benevolence as a people Operation, Operation Rescue They're here to right our fall, they've heard someone's troubled call Operation, Operation Rescue You wonder where they come from but I just wonder what compels them all Operation, Operation Rescue Operation, Operation Rescue You may wonder where they come from But I just wonder what compels them all |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - Generator (1992)
Transfixated on the big blue screen
It's your window to the outside, a melancholy dream A medium upon which you build reality This episodic currency that everybody needs Somebody's delivery lulls you to sleep The man behind the weather map, the editor in chief They control two worlds, power and disease And you cannot suppress your curiosity But see it's only entertainment Superficial urgency, posterboard mentality Only entertainment, tightly constrained, the buzz that remains Is the story of how we run our lives Many are the people poor and suffering From the lack of coverage from the transmission beam And if it ever gets here, you'll be offended too 'Cause you cannot distinguish chicanery from truth See it's only entertainment A superficial episode as life continues to unfold Only entertainment, controlled and copied, they've planted the seed That sprouts into your picture of the world Can't someone protect me? From this electron beam Hey you, Mr. FCC Have you no advice for me? Turn away, turn away Turn away, turn away |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - How Could Hell Be Any Worse? (1982)
Presidential election every four years
But neither man we can see or hear Urgent cries for society But he can't see the blood on me Do you see? Do you see too much for me? Try that with our oligarchy (2x) Oligarchy, oligarchy |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - Generator (1992)
A sullen figure walks along a dusty road
His life was holy and he couldn't bear the load He left his people and a simple life behind He raised his torso and he looked into the sky Shouting his questions Looking for direction What do I do now? Now a confused schoolgirl stares at the TV tray The stresses of maturing compound every day She glances up to see her favorite video And gets ideas from Madonna's nasty clothes In need of affection She craves the direction Her heroes offer her Everyone is looking for something And they all assume somebody else knows what it is No one can live with the decisions of their own It seems, so they look to someone else To tell 'em what to be Tell 'em what to wear, tell 'em what to say Tell 'em how to act and think, compel others compulsively Until the world is all like them A righteous student came and asked me to reflect He judged my lifestyle was politically incorrect I don't believe in self-important folks who preach No Bad Religion song can make your life complete Prepare for rejection You'll get no direction from me You'll get no direction from me |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - No Control (1989)
Culture was the seed of proliferation but it's gotten melded
Into an inharmonic whole, to an inharmonic whole Consciousness has plagued us and we cannot shake it Though we think we're in control, though we think we're in control Questions that besiege us in life Are testament of our helplessness There's no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end When we all disintegrate it will all happen again Time is so rock solid in the minds of the hordes but they can't Explain why it should slip away, explain why it should slip away History and future are the comforts of our curiosity but here we are Rooted in the present day, rooted in the present day Questions that besiege us in life Are testament of our helplessness There's no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end When we all disintegrate it will all happen again If you came to conquer, you'll be king for a day But you too will deteriorate and quickly fade away And believe these words you hear When you think your path is clear We have no control, we have no control We have no control, we do not understand You have no control, you are not in command You have no control, we have no control No control No control You have no control |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - How Could Hell Be Any Worse? (1982)
When everybody dies around you, from someone else's gun
It really makes you stop and think about the years to come Something good had to happen to the human race We all had better stop hoping and set our heads on straight You've gotta turn over a new leaf 'Cause that old one's turning on you We've gotta turn over a new leaf If the future's only hoped for, we are doomed Today is over, it's already shot, so we can think about ourselves They keep on working on our nature, they're saying that can only help Start throwing out your pockets, keep what you really only need Save life and earth and water, there can't be any other need You've gotta turn over a new leaf 'Cause that old one's turning on you You've gotta turn over a new leaf If the future's only hoped for, we are doomed You've gotta turn over a new leaf 'Cause that old one's turning on you You've gotta turn over a new leaf And let your love come on through You've gotta turn over a new leaf 'Cause that old one's turning on you You've gotta turn over a new leaf A new, a new, a new |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
Can you hear the call in our rambling land, susurrations that can expand
Beyond all hope of light and plunge us into unrelenting night? A pall on truth and reason, it feels like hunting season So avoid those lines of sight and we'll set this right Welcome to the new dark ages Yeah, I hope you're living right These are the new dark ages And the world might end tonight Now come ye children, one and all, let's heed Ezekiel's call And bide until the word is good and right then get plucked clean out of sight The world will be erased, our kin will be immaculate ejaculate in space Before the king of king's love, he'll snatch us from above, brothers, help me sing it Welcome to the new dark ages Yeah, I hope you're living right These are the new dark ages And the world might end tonight So how do you sleep? There's nothing to keep, this is deep Because we're animals with golden rules Who can't be moved by rational views Yeah, welcome to the new dark ages I hope you're living right Welcome to the new dark ages Say it again, yeah These are the new dark ages I hope you're living right Welcome to the new dark ages And the world might end tonight |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain / Recipe For Hate [box] (0000)
My Poor Friend Me
I know a man who doesn't have many friends, I know a place where he lives where trouble never ends, I know it's hard for him to read 'tween the lines, and his day are getting so much shorter, he simply turns away instead of bearing down, his ship is crumbling, his crew is one of the clowns, he doesn't care as long as he can wear the crown, I know this man all too well, it's my poor friend me, a portrayal of the great dichotomy (a reminder of a tragic history), it's my poor friend me and I'm running out of steam I know there are people who are cynical and vane, they point their finger cuz they can't accept the blame, they live their lives under a blanket of shame and their progeny crawl from underneath it, lately I've come to see the solution, and it begins with me, but I'm so fallibly human, I've picked the lot. |
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from Bad Religion - Recipe For Hate (1993)
I know a man who doesn't have many friends
I know a place he lives where trouble never ends I know it's hard for him to read between the lines And his days are getting so much shorter He simply turns away and dons a bitter frown His world is crumbling, his ship is waited down He doesn't care as long as he can wear the crown I know this man all too well It's my poor friend me A portrayal of the great dichotomy It's my poor friend me And I'm running out of steam I know there are people who are cynical and vain They point their finger 'cause they can't accept the blame They live their lives under a blanket of shame And their progeny crawl from underneath it Lately I've come to see the solution And it begins with me But I'm so fallibly human I'll pick the lock but will not turn the key All people running scared, we live, breathe, and die All too aware that time is slipping on by We have solutions but don't even try And I feel I know just who to blame It's my poor friend me A reminder of a tragic history It's my poor friend me And I'm running out of steam |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
If you're discontent to know your world's a pile of shit
Listen to a riddle that will tickle every bit of it Ha ha ha! Ape shall not murder, ape wasn't so sure Bad ape, you made a mistake, annihilation in a cannibal war Well, cultivation might have served you, might have raised you up unscathed If you had called that fucker by its name Did you listen to the arbiter's beck and call? Did you find what you were looking for or not at all? Not at all! Ape shall not murder, ape wasn't so sure Bad ape, you made a mistake, annihilation in a cannibal war Culture might have cured you and raised you up unscathed If you had called that fucker by its name Say the name Say the name Say the name |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain / Recipe For Hate [box] (0000)
I've got nothing to say, I've got nothing to do,
All of my neurons are functioning smoothly, Yet still I'm a cyborg just like you, I am one big myoma that thinks, my planet supports only me, I've got this one big problem: Will I live forever? I've got just a short time to see, Modern man, evolutionary betrayer, Modern man, ecosystem destroyer, Modern man, destroy yourself in shame, Modern man, pathetic example of earth's organic heritage, When I look back and think, when I ponder and ask myself "Why?", I see my ancestor spend with careless abandon, Assuming eternal supply, Modern man, evolutionary betrayer, Modern man, ecosystem destroyer, Modern man, destroy yourself in shame, Modern man, pathetic example of earth's organic heritage, Just a sample of carbon-based wastage, Just a fucking tragic epic of you and I |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain (1990)
Modern Man - Bad Religion
I've got nothing to say, i've got nothing to do, all om my neruons are functioning smoothly yet still i'm a cyborg just like you, i am one big myoma that thinks, my planet supports only me, i've got this one big problem: will i live forever? i've got just a short time you see, modern man, evelotionary betrayer, modern man, ecosystem destroyer, modern man, destroy yourself in shame, modern man, pathetic example of earth's organic heritage, when i look back and think, when i ponder and ask "why?", i see my ancestors spend with careless abandon, assuming eternal supply, modern man..., just a sample of carbon-based wastage, just a fucking tragic epic of you and i |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain / Recipe For Hate [box] (0000)
listen to the warnings
verify all your fears there's a world outside that's ready to blow and we're all to blame when it finally explodes you gotta listen up gotta listen to what they're telling you gotta listen up and think about what they're saying to you they're the modern day catastrophists they've got practical solutions (know all the right equations) they're the self-appointed righteous pragmatists and they know 50 ways to save the world what makes you think you can cure our disease? maybe its just our biology maybe its time to make room for another species this is the 21st Century |
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from Bad Religion - Recipe For Hate (1993)
Take those potatoes out of your ears
Listen to the warnings, verify all your fears There's a world outside that's ready to blow And we're all to blame when it finally explodes You gotta listen up Gotta listen to what they're saying to you Gotta listen up And think about what they're telling you Temperature is rising but the odorous way Will bury us alive in what we throw away If we don't reuse most of our debris Our kids can't go with a carbon copy You gotta listen up Gotta listen to what I'm telling you Gotta listen up And think about what I'm saying to you They're the modern day catastrophists They've got practical solutions They're the self-appointed righteous pragmatists And they know fifty ways to save the world What makes you think you can cure our disease? Maybe it's just our biology Maybe it's time to make room for another species This is the 21st century You gotta listen up Gotta think about what they're saying to you Gotta listen up And think about what they're telling you They're the modern day catastrophists They've know all the right equations They're the self-appointed righteous pragmatists And you too can be one of the few to save the world But you gotta listen up Gotta think about what they're telling you Gotta listen up And do exactly what they tell you to They're the modern day catastrophists Modern day catastrophists Modern day catastrophists Modern day catastrophists |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain / Recipe For Hate [box] (0000)
so proud a history, replete with sanctity, orbs in their harmony, they
sing their code to me, have you ever heard yourself the orbit that you are in? the terse, oppressive blanket that's instilled here by our spin, it's misery and famin, it's a force we cannot see, misery and famine, it compels us naturally, misery and famine, great ellipse, we bend to thee, misery and famine, just accept your vagrancy, others who bear no name, who feel that life's a game, my verse they will defame, we suffer all the same, they pay no regard to their position or their speed, but the firmament still covers them with its malevolent seed, it's misery and famine..., "you look for meaning in things no one comprehends, you feel no affinity to the rabble we're in", sources of inquiry have nothing to portend, they will perplex us all until the coming end, a feeling of despair, hungry and full of care, we resent everywhere the fortune that we share, "this earth could be a better place" is a concept i condone, given our pathetic course our destiny is known, it's misery and famine... |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain (1990)
So proud of history, replete with sanctity
Orbs in their harmony, they sing their code to me Have you ever heard yourself, the orbit that you are in? The terse, oppressive blanket that's instilled here by our spin It's misery and famine, it's a force we cannot see Misery and famine, it compels us naturally Misery and famine, great ellipse, we bend to thee Misery and famine, just accept your vagrancy Others who bear no name, who feel that life's a game My verse they will defame, we suffer all the same They pay no regard to their position or their speed But the firmament still covers them with its malevolent seed It's misery and famine, it's a force we cannot see Misery and famine, it compels us naturally Misery and famine, great ellipse, we bend to thee Misery and famine, just accept your vagrancy You look for meaning in things no one comprehends You feel no affinity to the rabble we're in Sources of inquiry have nothing to portend They will perplex us all until the coming end, until the coming end A feeling of despair, hungry and full of care We resent everywhere the fortune that we share This earth could be a better place is a concept I condone Given our pathetic course, our destiny is known It's misery and famine, it's a force we cannot see Misery and famine, it compels us naturally Misery and famine, great ellipse, we bend to thee Misery and famine, just accept your vagrancy Misery and famine Misery and famine Misery and famine Misery and famine |
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from Bad Religion - Into the Unknown (1983)
When you're sitting alone
Frown and groan Over your bad day When you're laughing with peers Forget your years Then be on your way But don't forget, all the while That you've crossed the social mile And a million days is worth one good laugh But don't forget, all the while That you've passed the social mile And a million days is worth one good laugh |
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